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Both Harry and Seamus turned/snapped around at him so fast that something in their backs popped. But the looks on there faces weren't of pain, more like fear and confusion. Seamus with the confusion and Harry with the fear.

"What did you say, Ron!"

It was Harry, and he had utter fear on his face. Seamus was staring at him like he had just grown his seventh arm, not to mention the other four. But Ron spoke, as odd as it was.

"Harry, it's obvious…I think."

Harry's mouth was hanging slightly open, he was in shock. Utter shock. Seamus's eyes never left Harry, not for a second. Ron turned to Seamus for an explanation, but was rewarded with being ignored. Seamus wasn't going to move his gaze or attention, if he missed the smallest sign he would never forgive himself. Ron turned to Harry and spoke to him instead.

"Okay, well I'm not really sure what's going on, but as soon as Hermione and Dean get finished with the truths and obeys, then I'm going to get this figured out."

Harry went from fearful to pissed in about two seconds flat. Seamus saw this of course, he was staring at him as if he had grown his seventh arm. So when Harry stood up and started towards the door really fast Seamus had got up and blocked him. They both fell to the floor in a rather messy hoop. Seamus felt that he had to explain his actions.

"I'm sorry! It's just that you looked so confused and then afraid and then really, really angry! You shouldn't be by yourself when you're like that. You shouldn't have to…-breaths heavily- you… -breaths heavily- could… -breaths heavily- hurt your… -breaths heavily- self."

Seamus had trailed off to the account of being on top of Harry, and not realizing it until he started to say 'to…you.' He quickly glanced at Harry as he rolled off of him, but Harry's red tinted expression of lust took him by surprise and caused him to roll/ jump a bit too high and a bit to far. In the process he hit his head on the coffee table that was by the fire. And of course Ron burst out laughing. Harry slowly got up and turned away. Seamus, who was now rubbing his head and muttering things like 'damn, bloody table,' saw Harry turn around as soon as he got up. A smile found its way on Seamus's lips even with the throbbing head.

Harry was hard, and it was because of Seamus, and of course Seamus was happy. A bit too happy. He had a bit of a problem in his pants. Just as he was about to 'excuse' himself to the bathroom, Hermione and Dean came over. Hermione was holding a goblet, and Dean was holding two black bottles that magical green leaf patterns went around it. Hermione was looking rather pleased with herself. But Dean looked concerned. Ron noticed this also, and decided to speak on it.

"Dean, what's wrong? It looks like you guys are finished?"

Dean smiled sadly at Ron, then zoomed up next to him and pulled out a nose hair. Everyone watched in horror as Ron let our a yelp and then a few pathedic swings at the air. It would have been Dean if he hadn't just jumped back. Dean zoomed backward and yanked out a small, small, very small baggie, and put under Rons left eye and collected the single tear that fell.

"All you had to do was ask! Bloody hell!"

It was Ron. Harry and Seamus had some how found themselves sitting on the couch holding up 'the rock' worthy fits, trying to defend themselves. Hermione laughed.

"Seamus, you have no need to fuss, you can call on crocodile tears right?"

Seamus immediately eased up only to receive an icy glare from both Ron and Harry. Harry spoke up.

"Hermione, I've only cried once and that was when old Voldie put the cruico curse on my left temple. I don't plan to start now."

Ron, Seamus and Deal all gulped at what Harry had just said. Hell, Ron let out a tear from a nose hair, Old Voldie had to put the pain curse on Harry's left temple to make him cry… God knows what he had tried before that.

Hermione put on her best attitude she could muster, said the words that she knew would reward her with confusion.

"Harry, in this specific spell it's all

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